"What, and look so low as a shepherdess, being the son of Sir John of Bordeaux? Such desires were a disgrace to your honors." And with that surveying exquisitely every part of him, as uttering all these words in a deep passion, she espied the paper in his bosom; whereupon growing jealous that it was some amorous sonnet, she suddenly snatched it out of his bosom and asked if it were any secret. She was bashful, and Saladyne blushed, which she perceiving, said: "Nay then, sir, if you wax red, my life for yours 'tis some love-matter: I will see your mistress' name, her praises, and your passions." And with that she looked on it, which was written to this effect: _Saladyne's Sonnet_ If it be true that heaven's eternal course With restless sway and ceaseless turning glides; If air inconstant be, and swelling source Turn and returns with many fluent tides; If earth in winter summer's pride estrange, And nature seemeth only fair in change; If it be true that our immortal spright, Derived from heavenly pure, in wand'ring still, In novelty and strangeness doth delight, And by discoverent power discerneth ill; And if the body for to work his best Doth with the seasons change his place of rest; Whence comes it that, enforced by furious skies, I change both place and soil, but not my heart, Yet salve not in this change my maladies? Whence grows it that each object works my smart? Alas, I see my faith procures my miss, And change in love against my nature is. _Et florida pungunt._ Aliena having read over his sonnet, began thus pleasantly to descant upon it: "I see, Saladyne," quoth she, "that as the sun is no sun without his brightness, nor the diamond accounted for precious unless it be hard, so men are not men unless they be in love; and their honors are measured by their amours, not their labors, counting it more commendable for a gentleman to be full of fancy, than full of virtue. I had thought Otia si tollas, periere Cupidinis arcus, Contemptaeque jacent et sine luce faces; but I see Ovid's axiom is not authentical, for even labor hath her loves, and extremity is no pumice-stone to rase out fancy. Yourself exiled from your wealth, friends, and country by Torismond, sorrows enough to suppress affections, yet amidst the depth of these extremities, love will be lord, and show his power to be more predominant than fortune. But I pray you, sir, if without offence I may crave it, are they some new thoughts, or some old desires?" Saladyne, that now saw opportunity pleasant, thought to strike while the iron was hot, and therefore taking Aliena by the hand, sate down by her; and Ganymede, to give them leave to their loves, found herself busy about the folds, whilst Saladyne fell into this prattle with Aliena: